Love in the Time of a Highland Laird (A Laird for All Time Book 3) by Angeline Fortin (whitelam books .TXT) 📗

No matter the consequences?

“I’d hae tae move o’er there wi’ ye, of course,” he went on quietly as if she’d provided some sort of affirmation. “Tae be next tae ye, tae feel the press of yer body alongside mine.

“Then…” His eyes took her in her from top to bottom once more, full of appreciation, desire. Her breathing became shallow, as if she might not hear him if she took too deep a breath. “I’d caress yer cheek and turn yer face up tae time. I remember the feel of yer lips just beneath mine that night on the turret. Just a hairsbreadth away. I wanted tae kiss ye then. More than anything.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Nay, I wanted ye tae want it as much as I.”

“I did,” she confessed.

“Yet ye stepped away,” he reminded her, his eyes held hers.

“Once,” she said defensively. “You stopped it several times.”

He shifted, one hand coming to rest casually on his leg. His fingers tapped out a rhythm, then repeated it, before spreading out over his thigh.

“Nay, lass. I merely waited for ye tae begin.”

Finally she understood. She considered throwing herself at him now, but he leaned back and continued.

“But I digress, where was I? Aye, I was aboot tae kiss ye. I’ve imagined the ways it might begin. Imagined even more aboot how it might end. ‘Struth, I find it hard tae believe I’ve nae done so yet. But if I were tae come o’er there now, if we were tae nae speak of travel and whatnot, I would take the kiss I’ve waited for. Aye, take it. I would wait for ye nae longer, lass. I would take yer lips and make them mine. I imagine the feel of them, soft beneath mine. The taste of them. Sweet and heady. I’d explore them wi’ my tongue. My teeth. But ‘twould nae be all my pleasure, lass. Ye’d hae the taste of mine as well upon yer sweet lips. Kisses taken but given. I want tae feel yer tongue against mine. Kiss ye again and again until ye’re moaning yer pleasure, begging for more.”

Just the words slowly rolling off his tongue in that deep Scottish brogue were enough to draw the moan from her. Al bit it back, her head swimming dizzily. She’d never heard anything so sexy, been talked to so bluntly.

He shifted restlessly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees until he was but a foot away. His hands inches from hers. His gravelly voice grew softer.

“Whilst I was kissing ye, I’d make the most of yer distraction and touch ye as I long tae. The sweet curve of yer neck, yer shoulder. Yer dress might slip off under my fingers so I might touch more of ye. Here.” He gestured to a spot on his chest. Across and down the center. “Here. I’d ken at last the silkiness of yer flesh. Further down, I might slip my hand tae cup yer sweet breast. Feel its bonny weight in my palm. Or perhaps I’d forgo that pleasure for now in favor of what lies below yer skirts. I’d slip my hand up yer skirts once more. Ye’ve fine legs, lass. Long and strong. I’d love tae hae them wrapped around me one day. I want tae be between them.”

A shudder shook her from head to toe at his confession. Her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Still, he hadn’t even touched her! What could he do to her if he did?

Whether it was because of him or the heat of the day, a light sheen of perspiration had broken out all over her body. Prickling at her skin. Beading between her breasts. She was pulsing with need and want, intensifying between her thighs.

Unpinning her hat, she fanned her face with the wide brim, hoping for some relief.

“‘Tis nae a verra big carriage though. I couldnae lay ye down and hae my way wi’ ye as I might like,” he carried on, but his breath was heavy now as well. His eyes as dark as a stormy night and just as tumultuous. “Mayhap I could lift yer skirts away and pull ye o’er me so ye could ride me. Mayhap I’d save that for another day and merely drop down into this wee space between us and discover what’s beneath them more intimately.”

Gently, he pushed her knees apart and slid off the seat until he was between them. Her hat ceased waving, forgotten. He stared up at her as if she were a goddess and in that moment, Al knew what it truly felt like to be beautiful. His hands encircled her ankles, sliding slowly upward until her skirt was resting across her knees.

“If I touched ye, would ye be wet for me, lass?” Clearly he didn’t expect an answer which was a good thing because she wasn’t sure if she could have voiced one. She stared down at him helplessly, speechless. “Would ye be hot and tight around my finger? If I caressed ye wi’ my mouth, my tongue, would ye scream for me?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned aloud, unable to control herself any longer. She was all those things and more. Her heart was pounding so fast, she thought she might faint.

Lifting her hand, she ran trembling fingers along his temple and into his hair, loosening it from its confines until it was once again the unruly mass she adored. Her other hand stroked his jaw, his neck.

“Keir.”

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Those are the things I would do o’er the course of a long carriage ride. Unless ye’d rather talk aboot travel instead.”

Despite the state she was in and the arousal he seemed to share, she was suddenly uncertain which one of those he would honestly prefer. That was rich! But she wasn’t sure he didn’t want to hear about cars and planes and spaceships more.

“I guess I would say we can do whatever will make